Things I Hate

I hate alot of things. You might say I hate alot of things. You'd be correct, and an idiot in saying so. You'd be correct, because I do hate alot of things. You'd be an idiot, because you'd simply be repeating what I had previously wrote. I suppose that now, you're curious as to what I hate now that I've given you the round-about. I suppose I also suppose I should tell you.

I hate tapeworms. Although I myself have never had the ill fate of aquiring a tapeworm, I (like many others I'm sure) find the thought of having a tapeworm simply revolting. I guess that makes me a bigot. I really know very little of tapeworms and their lifestyles. Perhaps then, I should be more tolerant towards tapeworms, just as I have learned in my life, to be tolerant of the lifestyles that others may choose. If I have learned to accept the lifestyles of other humans, then maybe I can obtain the courage needed to accept tapeworms into my life. A comparison can be drawn between tapeworms and dead unbaptised babies. For those of you who aren't familiar, dead, unbabptised babies end up in purgatory. Or limbo, or even hell depending on your current denomonation. Ragardless, I suppose the babies had little choice in the matter, much like the tapeworms had no free will in deciding to become such disgusting things. I'm sure they had no clue they'd come into this sacred world as such loathsome, revolting creatures.

Well, I've become slightly side-tracked.

Getting back to the point of this peice, I also hate when a large animal, say a bear for instance, decides it has the right to crawl into my room, climb the metal rungs of my ladder, plop down into MY bed, and feel it entirely neccesary to die. Worse yet, is when the animal chooses to die, sometime over the summer while I find myself floating gently down the green waters of the venice canal, soaking in the romantic ambiance of the 18th century decor, bathing in the moonlight whilst sipping a tall flute of the finest of ventian wines. It certainly puts a damper on my return home to find a rotted, puffy, 600 pound grizzly soaking into my sheets.